#slappy x reader

[purplegutz4]

Getting from point A to point B in my fanfic is proving to be a bit more difficult than I thought but I am working on it I swear

but I do like to imagine random shit in the meantime

[okaylikeiknowiramble]

If your first villain crush wasn’t Slappy from Goosebumps then your childhood had no meaning.

[shadowsteed15]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It's been a while since I wrote something, but I recently finished watching the first season of the new Goosebumps series, thought their version of Slappy was really awesome, but then I watched the last two episodes, took one look at Kanduu and I was in love.

So, I decided to write this and finally finished it tonight, and since I know I wasn't the only one who thought Kanduu was really attractive, I hope some of you enjoy this, so please have a nice reading. 😊

[fina-tm]

🌹❤️‍🩹~A Yandere Ventriloquist (2025) Now On Wattpad!~❤️‍🩹🌹

For context, I wrote a Slappy x Reader when I was like 11 on my old Wattpad account, and for the past few weeks, I've been working on an updated version, that includes removing original scenes and replacing them with scenes from the original Goosebumps 1 movie, revised sections, and a new ending

I would say that this is a more "soft yandere" revamp in comparison to the original (and even then I use that term loosely, it's mostly toned down now), but I'll let y'all be the judge of that

If you happen to have read the original story back when it first came out in 2016, then I think you'll decently like this revamp 👀

(Y/N), like any other ordinary individual, is just trying to live their life out. They notice the good weather out, so they decided that it'

[the-puppet-mafia]

ok so most of you wanted some puppet mafia oneshots so in the comments give me some ideas

[snailstrailz]

So I was listening to the Heathers musical soundtrack

[ivegotgoosebumps]

[romanticsloths]

Play Me A Song (Slappy x Reader)

// Middle school me would be fucking quaking right now

You really didn’t have too much going for you before Slappy. The place you called home was a friend’s shed, you dropped out of college, and you couldn’t find a job for your own sake. 

One day your friend knocked on the door of the shed. You rushed to the door, loving the company you had when you got it, which wasn’t very often. 

You couldn’t hide the amount of confusion you felt when you saw him standing there, beaming at you, a dapper ventriloquist dummy in his arms.

“May I just ask,” you started. “What the fuck, Andy?”

“Well,” Andy chuckled sheepishly. “I feel really bad for never being able to be around for you, so I thought the least I could do was offer you company from someone else.”

It was a ridiculous proposition, but you weren’t going to reject the dummy, so you took him. Once Andy left, you ended up throwing the dummy on to a bean bag in the corner of the shed.

Weeks passed before your eyes landed on the dummy once again. You felt a shiver run through your spine as you made eye contact with said dummy. Shaking it off, you walked over to him and lifted him up to get a good look at him.

He had a few chips in his face, but other than that he was in great condition. The thought of selling him crossed your mind but you knew you would feel guilty if you did. 

You sat where the dummy once did and placed him on your lap. “Alrighty, good sir! Lets see how bad I am at this.”

Almost an hour of you trying to figure out how to talk while not moving your mouth, you decided to put the dummy back on the sack of beads. 

As you sat up, the dummy was tilted just enough for a slip of paper to fall out of his pocket. Eyes widening in curiosity, you placed the dummy on the bean bag and knelt down to grab the peace of paper. 

You smiled after you read the small intro on the card. You glanced up at the dummy. “Nice to meet you, Slappy.”

After looking back at the card, you noticed the shadow of more words on the back. You flipped it over and squinted your eyes at the strange words. “Karru Marri Odonna Loma Molonu Karrano?” you said slowly.

You looked back at Slappy in confusion. Your breath caught in your throat as stared at the dummy. You could have sworn you just watched him blink, but that couldn’t be.

You sighed deeply and shook your head. “Great, now I’m going crazy.” You placed the card on a shelf and turned off the lamp, going to bed.

For the next few days, you noticed things would be missing or moved around. You just assumed you had moved them and forgotten about it. You weren’t one to try to spook yourself.

Then finally it all went too far. A envelope full of money that you had been saving for years went missing. Panic set in almost immediately.

You ran around the shed, looking in your desk, under anything you could turn over. Tears built up in your eyes as the fear began to drown you.

“Oh, (Y/N)! I didn’t think you would so worked up over a wad of cash.”

You froze at the sound of the raspy voice. You never noticed anyone else enter the shed. 

You turned to the sound of the voice but all your eyes landed on was the dummy, with a leg crossed over the other and a mischievous smirk planted on his face.

You were paralyzed, part of you wanted to run away as fast as possible, the other wanted your money back.

Slappy’s smirk seemed to widen as he jumped down from the bean bag. “You want it back, don’t you?”

All you could do was nod your head. 

Slappy giggled a highly annoying laugh. “Good! But if you want it back, I’m gonna need your help.”

You needed that money, so you agreed.

As bad as it might sound, having to work for a wooden puppet, it wasn’t all too bad, though you weren’t too on track with the whole taking over the world thing, but who were you to judge.. He actually helped you get back on track.

Slappy helped you get a job, made you save more money than you ever had. He then made you go to college again. You were surprised by the amount of patience he had to put his plans into action, but after learning more about who he was, you guess he had all the time in the world.

You knew Slappy was having you do all these things so you would be more purposeful to him in the future, but it was nice that someone was actually pushing you to be better. When everything started going downhill, no one told you to keep trying, but Slappy has been making sure you stay on top of everything.

After graduating, Slappy made you get a new job, one that paid better. He made you buy a house. After a few more years, you were finally where he wanted you to be. 

You came home from work, it was late at night. It was a rough day. You clenched your fists, trying to make all the negative emotions go away. Slappy didn’t like when you cried, found it annoying. 

You walked into your room and immediately changed into some comfy clothes. Falling on to your bed, you let out a long, deep sigh. You felt like crying, but you really didn’t feel like getting lectured by Slappy.

The tears built up as a lump formed in your throat. Just as a sob was about to escape your lips, your door flew open. 

“(Y/N)!”

You choked the sob, trying to hide it. Slappy didn’t seem to notice.

“I think it’s about time we get into the real swing of things.”

You sighed. “Slappy-”

“As you know,” Slappy said cutting you off. “I need your help in achieving my dreams.”

“Slappy-”

“And I have so many plans!”

“Slappy!” Tears freely glided down your cheeks. 

Slappy’s wide grin fell. “What?”

“Can we please talk about this tomorrow.”

Slappy’s eyes narrowed. You watched as he studied your mixed expressions before finally closing his eyes and sighing. 

“(Y/N)?” he said quietly, as if not to scare you off.

You inhaled deeply. “Yes?”

“Play me a song.”

You shook your head. “Slappy I-”

“Play me a song, (Y/N).”

You watched his eyes follow a falling tear. Slowly, you stood up and walked out of your room. You heard Slappy’s footsteps behind you. 

You walked to the living room where a piano sat against the wall. You pulled the bench out and slowly sat yourself down. 

You had learned some piano as a child, but Slappy wanted you to keep practicing. He enjoyed himself some calming music on the piano.

“Hey,” Slappy snapped, slapping at your back. 

You couldn't help but smile, it always cracked you up when he needed help getting to something. You picked him up and sat him next to you.

“Any requests?” you asked.

“Surprise me.”

You thought for a moment, before remembering a song your mother used to play. You searched through your folder of music, hoping you had it. You smiled once you pulled out the sheet music. 

You placed the music where you wanted it and began to play. You lightly pressed the keys as the soothing melody resonated from the instrument. You had always loved the tune as a child, and that didn’t change now.

As you played the last chord you released the breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Very nice,” Slappy complimented. “I haven’t heard you play that one before.”

“I don’t think I ever planned on playing,” you whispered. “Honestly forgot I had gotten it...” Slappy slid off the bench and looked up at you with a smile. “Oh you didn’t get it, I got it for you.”

You turned to him with wide eyes. “Wait what? How did you-”

“I just know.” Slappy started to walk away but was jerked back when you grabbed his hand. He turned to look at you, slightly annoyed.

You smiled at him. You didn’t know when it started, but it felt like he became more like family every day. “Thank you.”

Slappy stared at you for a second before pulling away from you. “Of course.”